The Pen

The pen, it thrives inspiration.

Channelling thoughts; emotions of my being.

For if I don’t feel it the pen can not write it.

The pen writes so only I understand.

I am the master; it the slave…

A slave to my heart like fingers to a hand.

The pen is my friend.

The pen is my guide.

For the pen speaks my soul.

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